"Song Yun, how can you talk like that?" Hao Ying said indignantly, clutching her small bag. "We're all civilized people, why should we resort to street fighting? Doing so would make us look like monkey performers, and that's not good at all."
Brother Wang and his group were extremely thankful upon hearing this. Brother Wang thought to himself, "Damn, this kind of woman is simply too good. It seems my taste remains high-end and classy. Listen to that, could an ordinary person say something like that?"
Even those who had just been on Song Yun's side now nodded in approval. "This girl is a tough one," they thought. "Brother Wang does have good taste. Only thing is, could I get involved too? Marrying such a girl would be a real stroke of luck."
